Malmaison (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
Poems about shearing (21 Poems)
When the Children Come Home (Henry Lawson Poem)
On a lonely selection far out in the West An old woman works all the day without rest, And she ...
Ben Duggan (Henry Lawson Poem)
Jack Denver died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began, And there was sorrow round the place, for Denver was a ...
The Shearers Dream (Henry Lawson Poem)
O I dreamt I shore in a shearing shed and it was a dream of joy For every one of ...
The Shearers (Henry Lawson Poem)
No church-bell rings them from the Track, No pulpit lights theirblindness-- 'Tis hardship, drought, and homelessness That teach those Bushmen ...
Jack Dunn of Nevertire (Henry Lawson Poem)
It chanced upon the very day we'd got the shearing done, A buggy brought a stranger to the West-o'-Sunday Run; ...
The Rhyme of the Three Greybeards (Henry Lawson Poem)
He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat", His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote", In ...
The Trade (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
They bear, in place of classic names, Letters and numbers on their skin. They play their grisly blindfold games In ...
The Furl of Fresh-Leaved Dogrose Down (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)
The furl of fresh-leaved dogrose down His cheeks the forth-and-flaunting sun Had swarthed about with lion-brown Before the Spring was ...
155. Epistle to Mrs. Scott of Wauchope House (Robert Burns Poems)
GUDEWIFE,I MIND it weel in early date, When I was bardless, young, and blate, An' first could thresh the barn, ...
The Travelling Post Office (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
The roving breezes come and go, the reed-beds sweep and sway, The sleepy river murmers low,and loiters on its way, ...
The Old Australian Ways (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
The London lights are far abeam Behind a bank of cloud, Along the shore the gaslights gleam, The gale is ...
Shearing With a Hoe (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
The track that led to Carmody's is choked and overgrown, The suckers of the stringybark have made the place their ...
The Passing of Gundagai (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
"I'll introduce a friend!" he said, "And if you've got a vacant pen You'd better take him in the shed ...
The Two Devines (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
It was shearing time at the Myall Lake, And then rose the sound through the livelong day Of the constant ...
Summer (Alexander Pope Poems)
See what delights in sylvan scenes appear! Descending Gods have found Elysium here. In woods bright Venus with Adonis stray'd, ...
Clancy Of The Overflow (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better Knowledge, sent to where I met him ...
The Man from Iron Bark (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
“We’re All Australians Now” (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Australia takes her pen in hand To write a line to you, To let you fellows understand How proud we ...
Those Names (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
The shearers sat in the firelight, hearty and hale and strong, After the hard day's shearing, passing the joke along: ...
Atalanta’s Race (William Morris Poems)
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...